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Lyrics for 'Folk Song' by 'Sundays'
Summer Sky And A Throat Bone Dry
And The Fields Are All Gold
Dusty Lane With A Song In My Brain
And It Stoned Me To My Soul
I Climb Higher Move Towards The Fire.....blaze Sun
Silver Trees And A Whispering Breeze
Are My Sight And My Sound
The Thought Of Heaven Couldn't Drag Me From The Path
When I'm Wandering Here Alone
I Climb Higher Move Towards The Fire.... So Blaze Sun
Watch Until It Dies Slow Falling From The Sky
Pale Fading Sun
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